[A DAY IN THE ANNALS]

[A DAY IN THE ANNALS]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE HERE... WHEW...
http://youtu.be/XktaLh9bPtk

And he walks among man...
Looks at him in all his confusion and contemplates the end of all things.
He breathes of the air and smells the aroma of food.
Various kinds.
Since infinity has he tried to warn them as they rush heedlessly along... On the way to being wiped out by corporate greed and selfish needs.
Man having lost the ability to share equally.
He sees the day unfolding and waits for the moment.
It is what has brought him here and he feels it in the fabric of his being.
He sees the young man selling his ware on the street corner and he thinks back to a scene more than a thousand years ago.
Similar situations in vastly different times.
The young man looks around and sticks his hands in his pockets as a skinny young woman walks up to him.
She is wearing a skirt that has a leg slit, not a tight dress and her legs hangs out a little bit.
She has not had a hit in hours and she is bouncing as she talks to the young man.
He sees the way that the young man stands as the woman talks to him and he sees the agitation... It seems to crackle to him.
The woman steps back and opens the skirt and her pussy is covered in fur as she offers herself to the young man who tells her to get the fuck away.
He hears him say "I dont want none of that mangy ass pussy."
The woman drops the folds of the skirt and reaches into the pocket that is hidden in its fold and pulls out a gun and shoots the young man right in the middle of his forehead and his blood splatters the wall behind him.
The ground where his body crumples as the woman robs him and leaves.
No one comes out and there are no witnesses.
He steps from the curve where he is standing and walks over to the young man and holds out his hand and takes claim of his soul. 
They walk away together and leave his body to grow cold.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[MODEL OF MY INSPIRATION CARVED OF FLESH]

[MODEL OF MY INSPIRATION CARVED OF FLESH]

THE MODELS FEATURED IN THIS PIECE BY ORDER OF APPEARANCE ARE...

HEATHER SANDERS... TEUNNUE HURST AND TOYA REDMOND

THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...

http://youtu.be/NoP8iOInFTc

They look at you and all they see is the flesh... 

They scratch at the surface.

Lewd comments and false promises of things that they could do...

Pounding on collapsed chests and beating skinless drums while your beauty resonates from a whole nother place.

You my dear are the healing for tortured minds.

Your elegance precedes you and opens closed doors where fantasies merge and become words that speak of you into uncertain futures.

Strands of our existence cast into the cosmos...

Captured on alien moons and reflected on the face of far off planets...

Light years away.

The many sides and sizes of you entrall me and leave me breathless, gasping for air...

A moment as I sink into the aura of you and absorb of thy essence.

Such a juicy piece of fruit...

 A divine part of this creation which I have had the blessing to experience...

They look at you and are swept up in the flesh...

I look at you and see potential possibilities.

You inspire the creative in me.

Thank you my queens.

I am blessed by your presence.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[ZULU EMPRESS SUITE] A DEDICATION PIECE FOR CAMELA PRUITT

[ZULU EMPRESS SUITE] A DEDICATION PIECE FOR CAMELA PRUITT
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/n4HOYIjTJIE


I saw you the instant you crossed my sight... A Zulu empress in all her beauty.
A smile that makes the sky pale in comparison... Fade from deepest blue to a lighter shade.
If I were standing in front of you right now I would bring all to bear.
Write a song in the grey of my screaming brain and sing it to you in poetic patterns of fluidity.
Wash over the whole of you.
Being achieved in the brown of your eyes... Being maintained on the notes of your voice as it vibrates the drums of my ears...
Penetrating the hot liquid that is my core... Flows through the ventricles of my pounding heart.
Play music so sweet that it would seem as if a choir of angels was my backup... A tribute to you.
The ebb and the flow resounding across the naps of your hair and trailing down your back like soft finger strokes...
Rubbing your tired muscles and relaxing your psyche as I try to move heaven and earth leaving you suspended in the air.
Slow rotations of you in all your splendiferous manifestation.
Breeze that plays with the fabric of your dress and makes my subconscious wander unfettered...
Green grass and trees where colorful birds frolic and play.
The garden where I woo...
The lake where you reflect in the waves... Undulating and shimmering on the surface.
A fish captured in the background of your form as if not wanting to escape.
He so representative of my state...
Zulu empress you make my day.
You make my day.


jerald hamzahfaruq murphy